Monologues

Echo

Echo – Kate Morgenroth

“At what point did you get over your brother getting his brains blown out so they splattered all over you?”

“I’d rather live in the slums. Because maybe then there would be more ugliness on the outside than on the inside. It wouldn’t be such a lie.”

“When he got into the bathroom, he switched on the light and stood there a moment in front of the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He did this every morning because his face in the mirror was always a surprise – not because it looked different, but because it looked the same. He kept expecting that because he felt so different on the inside, it would eventually have some effect – cause some sort of change – on the outside. But it was always just the same stupid face.”

“Maybe this was really what it was like; he might feel like he was up on a stage, but maybe the reality was that no one was watching. Maybe everyone else was up on their own stages, everyone acting for empty seats.”

“That’s the hardest thing in the world, to be able to see past your own feelings. But that’s why you didn’t notice it before.”

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